A good quote about the paradox of art from Lawrence Durrell's Justine:
"I spoke of the uselessness of art but added nothing truthful about its consolations. The solace of such work I do with the brain and heart lies in this--that only there, in the silences of the painter or the writer can reality be reordered, reworked and made to show its significant side. Our common actions in reality are simply the sackcloth covering which hides the cloth-of-gold--the meaning of the pattern."
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